He Who Was Living Is Now Dead

The Very Existence Of Libraries Affords The Best Evidence That We May Yet Have Hope For The Future Of Man

Good Poets Borrow, Great Poets Steal

Tennyson And Browning Are Poets, And They Think; But They Do Not Feel Their Thought As Immediately As The Odour Of A Rose. A Thought To Donne Was An Experience; It Modified His Sensibility.

A Cold Coming We Had Of It, Just The Worst Time Of The Year For A Journey, And Such A Long Journey: The Ways Deep And The Weather Sharp, The Very Dead Of Winter.

Finding A Way To Live The Simple Life Is One Of Life's Supreme Complications.